The Critic, the only primetime cartoon to be run on and tossed off three different networks, has found a new home on Shockwave.com. Since the creators have finally found a medium where they can do whatever they want (without all those pesky viewer demands), it looks like it’s there to stay.
Huh…has there ever been a cartoon with more wasted potential? At the beginning, this was a funny, clever show with sharp satire and great character development. It looked for a while that someone finally had an answer for The Simpsons.
Then the crap struck:
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Somewhere along the line, the writers got the idea that Jay Sherman, despite having a good career and a wonderful son, despite getting through his divorce, despite meeting and conquering numerous challenges in life, and despite getting laid on many occasions, was a fat disgusting loser who never got laid. This led to some truly ridiculous scenes, like the one where he takes one second to describe his entire sex life. I never understood the rationale for this. What, we’re not allowed to like the guy unless he’s a perpetual underdog?
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After developing Jay’s immediate family and the two main supporting characters (Doris and Jeremy), they apparently decided that this was enough and they could drag everyone else off the rack. None worse than the ex-wife, who is the biggest waste of ink and paint I’ve seen ANYWHERE, EVER. She was disgusting and greedy and irascible and self-centered…oh, heck with it, she had ABSOLUTELY NO REDEEMABLE QUALITIES WHATSOEVER. In terms of sheer loathability she puts C. Montgomery Burns to shame.
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Too many friggin’ stock jokes. “Oh look, Jay’s so fat he broke the stage!” “Hey, the Jacuzzi isn’t plugged into anything!” “Wow, Marty’s sure easy to pick on, huh?” Not funny the first time, fellas.
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Stereotypes. One of the most offensive shows ever in this regard. One after another after another. Attractive blondes are airheads! Fat people can’t run fifty feet without collapsing! Rich people are completely out of touch with reality! Southerners are hicks! And boy, that maitre’d sure has a funny accent, huh? I swear, if it wasn’t for kindly Alice (Jay’s girlfriend…gosh, I’m surprised they had the stomach for that. :rolleyes: ), I’d have stopped watching altogether.
And now the online show. Hoo boy, where to begin! Well, the first episode shows Jay being forcefully given the boot by the three networks that cancelled The Critic. (Ya know, technically that is assault and battery; I seriously doubt any company that didn’t want to get railroaded inside two weeks would do that.) Right away we have a problem: It was Duke Philips’ broadcasting company, not the real-life networks, that hired him. Technically, everyone on The Critic should have been “fired”. (Furthermore, the show was out of production when Comedy Central picked it up; they only ran reruns. So it’s arguable as to whether they “hired” Jay & company to begin with.) But not only aren’t they fired, we never see any of them again! Oh, that’s right…Jay’s a big fat loser, and it’s important to reemphasize this right off the bat by this unfunny and extremely faulty gag. And they take it a step further by claiming that the Internet is “the only medium that will still accept” someone like Jay. In other words, the writers deliberately making him out to be a pathetic loser was what got the show cancelled, and to show how far in the dumps he is, he’s forced to scrape by in a worldwide medium which has revolutionized the computer industry and is now one of the most widely used sources of information, entertainment, and communication in the world today. Um, did it ever dawn on these twits that 1996 ended?
Wait, it gets better. Alice, whom Jay forged a wonderful, loving relationship, is gone. Although Jay never mentions her by name, he comments briefly on his “two divorces”. Now, regardless of whether or not they tied the knot (at the time Fox cancelled the series they were still single), the idea of him breaking up with this woman defies all belief. Look, I can accept that it takes him two days to finish a marathon or doesn’t have a clue how to negotiate with his boss. This I can never accept. It’s deus ex machina taken to an outrageous, and, dare I say, unfunny degree.
Then around episode 5, it finally dawns on someone that because Jay was married, there’s a possibility that at some point of his life he, gasp, had sex! Let the godawful Jay-Sherman-is-a-eunuch jokes begin anew!
Cripes. In other words, The Critic was never about satire, or humor, or human characters dealing with life. No, it was all about making fun of a fat guy. Excuse me while I wish eternal damnation on some of these idiots. :mad: